01-27-2025, 04:06 PM
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"I've grown so sick...
Of these walls."
2155 AC.
The Silent Expanse.
Journal Log, #5 Wrote:"I've become so numb these structures of man.
Walls which surround their civilizations as a means to protect those within. Walls which tower above their people who dwell in ignorance of how little it means to someone with real strength. These structures which are routinely built, these homes which are routinely conquered and filled with blood and carcasses. Does mankind know nothing more than a senseless slaughter of one another? Can they not realize...
What the real threats are, as opposed to each other?
As I wander across this vast expanse of land, I find myself wondering how long it will be until that vision of my master is realized. When mankind will finally come to understand what she had told me upon that fateful evening, when humanity as a whole will realize what it means to truly point their blades towards that which seeks to puppet and control them. The sounds of sand crunching beneath my feet, those sharp winds reminding me that I am still alive within this world.
Despite what Avalon may so desire.
I'll never stop wondering what I could have done to make them see my existence as sinful. I'll never stop pondering why mankind has come to fear those who carry the same blood as I. I sought to do nothing more than survive all this time, still I wish for nothing but to see mankind prosper and grow. . .
Yet, I find myself hiding these gifts which I have been born with. Hiding all that knowledge which she had taught me, which she had promised would one day be shown to the whole of Eternia.
Ah, well. . .
I can still sense her mana within Meranthe.
I'm so very close, all that remains is to. . .
Make my debut.